I know what I want to receive,
but what am I willing to give?
Now that I’ve taken the time to grieve,
just when will I start to live?
I trust there’s a reason for all,
and even what feels like delay
happens since Spirit controls the ball.
The view from above holds sway.
My heart and my mind must agree
on how to imagine a path
leading me forward so I can see
what thrives in the aftermath.
Egoic dissent will occur
whenever the Truth is revealed.
Yet, when emotions begin to stir,
I see what remains unhealed.
Through crisis, a lot is distilled
from actions that I had misread.
Armed with intention, I then rebuild
my plans for the road ahead.
The knowledge that I have attained,
I’m consciously using as lath,
raising a structure that fate ordained.
There’s hope in the aftermath!